Table Of ContentInnocent abroard by Jessica Steele
To get her sister out of a terrible jam, Reggie had gone to Uruguay where
she had agreed to take Bella's place and pose as the fiancee of the overwhelming
Severo Cardenosa, just for a short time. But to her horror she discovered that
Severo fully intended to take the pretence to its logical conclusion, and make her
marry him very soon. Of course he didn't love her; his reason was that his
beloved grandmother had set her heart on his marrying and he was not going to
disappoint her. But, apart from all that, Reggie was deeply in love with another
man. How on earth could she get out of this mess?
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could she stand it!
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relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by
any individual known or unknown to the Author; and all the incidents are pure invention.
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First published 1981
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© Jessica Steele 1981
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CHAPTER ONE
TIGHTLY controlled, Reggie Barrington let herself into the flat she shared
with her sister. She closed the door behind her; then, the world shut out, her face
crumpled, a deep shuddering breath, and she burst into tears.
The evening she had been so keyed up about, had looked forward to with
growing excitement since Clive's telephone call that morning, had not turned out
at all as she had anticipated.
They had been dating each other for two months and though she never saw
him on Mondays, since yesterday had been such a wonderful day, a day when
they had confessed their love for each other, a day that had a dreamlike quality
about it, she hadn't been too surprised that he should ring her at the office this
morning.
Clive worked on the technical side of an electronics company, and her heart
had sunk when after the joy of hearing his eager, 'Do you still feel the same way
about me?' her own voice taking on a softness as she'd replied, `Yes,' he had
gone on to tell her he had bad news. His firm had pulled off a terrific deal in the
States for some equipment, but one of the technicians who had gone with the
team ready to have the equipment working by the new year had fallen ill, and
Clive was flying out tomorrow as a replacement. He would be away a whole
month, returning on the first of January.
`But you'll be away for Christmas!' The protest had left her that in big
business small things like a man wanting to spend the festive season with his
loved ones didn't seem to matter. 'You'll miss Bella's wedding!'
`I know, darling.' Clive had sounded pulled two ways, and she had felt pangs
of guilt that she was being unreasonable, especially when he added, 'But it will
give my career a terrific boost.'
And then he had said something that had sent her disappointment flying, had
set her heart thumping so she could hardly answer.
`I know we don't usually see each other on Mondays—but could we make an
exception tonight?' She would have been agreeable for no other reason than that
if she wasn't going to see him for another month then she just had to see him that
night, but when he'd said, 'There's something I want to ask you. Something I
want you to think seriously about while I'm away,' she had just known he was
going to ask her to marry him.
She had wanted to say straight away that she didn't have to think about it for
a month, for a day or even a minute. She could give him his answer now. Of
course she would marry him.
It was her old-fashioned upbringing that had held her back from rushing into
impulsive speech. Had Gran been alive she would have said, 'Wait till you're
asked, girl.'
A loud sob echoing round the tiny flat intruded on her grief, bringing her
back to the present, making her aware by the inanimate objects around her that
life went on. The hands on the clock on top of the small bookcase were telling
her it had gone midnight and that any minute now Bella would be home.
Hastily Reggie dabbed at her eyes and blew her nose. She didn't want Bella
to know she had been crying. Not that she would be able to keep from her that
she was upset. They had always been close, had drawn closer together when
their parents had died and they had gone to live with their grandparents. They
confided everything to each other—but oh, how she wished now she had kept
back the certainty that was in her that Clive was going to ask her to marry
him.
Bella had been busy dressing to go out with James Usher, the man she was to
marry on Boxing Day, but she had paused in her preparations on seeing her
sister donning her very best dress.
`Hello—what's this?' she had queried, bubbling over with her own happiness
after what could only be called a fraught on-off courtship, James' possessiveness
being the cause of many an argument when at variance with the streak of
independence both girls shared.
`Oh, Bella!' Reggie hadn't been able to hold back, having previously
explained that she was seeing Clive tonight because tomorrow he would be
going away for a whole month. 'I think Clive is going to propose tonight!'
Bella's shriek of pleasure had only added to her excitement, and now, Reggie
thought, going to the minute bathroom to sluice her face, she would have to tell
Bella that marriage wasn't what Clive had proposed at all.
She was in bed when she heard Bella's key in the door. She had left the light
on knowing she would be eager to know everything. She was. Reggie sat up, her
hands clenched as her beautiful blonde sister burst into the room, rendering a
loud version of the Wedding March.
Her singing broke off abruptly, one look at Reggie's face speaking volumes.
'Oh, love,' she cried, hurrying over to sit on her bed, 'what happened?'
`Bella! Oh, Bella!' Tears spurted from Reggie's eyes again. `H-he's—Clive's
already—married!'
Bella was so sweet to her after that Reggie was sure no one had a better
sister. She insisted on making her a warm drink, then bit by tiny bit got
everything out of her. And some twenty minutes later, with a hard look in her
eyes that would have boded no good at all for Clive Walker had he been
anywhere near, she neatly summed
up everything Reggie had told her.
`So this something special he had to ask you was not to marry him, but to go
and live with him.'
`He wants to marry me,' Reggie whispered, having heard one or two short
sharp things Bella had to say on the subject of the man she had given her heart
to, and now feeling she had to defend him, 'he said so. But—but his wife won't
give him a divorce.'
Bella's hard look fixed on her sister. Reggie was three years younger than her
in years, but so much younger in terms of experience of life. Her look softened
as she questioned gently, 'You've told him "no", of course?'
Reggie's cheeks, pale till now, went pink. `I—I couldn't.' And at her sister's
sharp look, she said quickly, `I didn't tell him "yes" either. It's—well, when I was
with him it didn't seem such an awful thing to do. Clive made it sound the
obvious solution. It was only when he'd dropped me off, when I was by myself,
while I was getting over the shock—this is the first I knew he'd got a wife—and
just now telling you about it, that it—that it began to feel all—all—well, not
very nice somehow.'
`So you're actually going to give consideration to going to live with him?'
`I know it sounds awful. I know the grandparents would turn in their grave,
but—but I love him. When I'm with him nothing else matters very much.' Even
as she said it Reggie knew that it did matter. If she did go to live with Clive
would she be able to take other people knowing about it? Word was bound to get
out. Friends, people at work, they would all learn that she and Clive shared a
flat, and that she was still Miss Barrington. Yet what was the alternative? She
couldn't give him up.
`Tell me,' Bella asked, her look severe now after the way she had been, 'I
know we've never discussed such intimate things before, but I don't think in the
circum-
stances such a question is so far out of line— Have you and Clive ever been
to bed together?'
`No, of course not,' Reggie came back promptly.
`He's tried to get you there, of course?' Bella asked shrewdly, Reggie's high
colour telling her the answer to that one. 'Then don't you see, love, that it just
wouldn't be right for you? You were nine when we went to live with the
grandparents, and they've instilled in you a lot of their values. Where at twelve I
was already on the way to knowing what I wanted, starting to know for myself
my own set of values, you were wide open. What I'm trying to say, love, is
where such an arrangement might work for me, the inner you will find it difficult
to live with your conscience during the times you're alone. And since you'll both
be working, that will be often. I can't see you getting any happiness out of it.'
Bella might be right, Reggie was thinking as she lay awake hours later,
nowhere near to making any sort of decision. Yet she loved Clive; had she not
done so his suggestion might have sounded outrageous. But she hadn't been
outraged. Perhaps she'd been in shock on hearing something so entirely different
from what she had been expecting to hear, but looking back, she had felt no
sense of outrage. Oh, if only sleep would come! That she had to be up for work
in the morning didn't seem of prior s importance. She wanted sleep more so, for
a brief while anyway, it would stop the same thoughts from going around and
around in her brain.
Her problem was still with her when she got out of bed the next morning.
She looked across at Bella still sound asleep in the other bed, and, careful not to
wake her, went quietly from the room. Bella didn't have to go to work. She had
given up her dancing career when she had returned home suddenly from South
America last month, and with her and James being married so soon it hadn't
seemed worthwhile looking for anything in the meantime.
Funny thing that, she mused, leaving her own problems for the moment and
avoiding her tired eyes in the mirror. James and Bella had had a blazing row
when Bella had signed a contract that was to have kept her in South America up
until some time in March. She had told her of his 'South America or me'
ultimatum. But by then it was too late, her contract was signed, so Bella had
gone. It just showed, though, how much she loved James, for within a month she
was back, having somehow wriggled her way out of her contract. When James
had heard she had done it for him he had straightaway popped the question, and
not losing any time had put down a deposit on a house in Wellesbourne, a village
near to StratforDoña von where he worked as an architect.
Reggie and Clive had gone with them to the house one day. She and Clive
had gone to Stratford afterwards. They had walked alongside the river .. .
Reggie brought her thoughts back abruptly. Clive was flying off to the States
today. To be fair to her, he had said, he wouldn't write; he knew by now that she
had some high principles and intended to leave her alone to come to her
decision.
That Tuesday proved to be a long day. But eventually she was able to cover
her typewriter and head her battered Mini, that was essential although it drained
her resources, through the London suburbs.
Bella had gone to Wellesbourne today, to take some measurements, she said,
an unneeded smoke-screen in her desire to snatch every moment she could with
James, for the house couldn't need that much measuring, Reggie thought.
It had been an unusually warm day for December and had it been a summer's
day, Reggie would have been
wary of a thunderstorm. But whoever heard of thunder in December? And
besides, she had too much else on her mind. Clive would be landing about now.
She had hoped, for all he said he wouldn't, that he might ring, but he hadn't. Oh,
how could she say no, she wouldn't go to live with him, when just to see him
again would have her wanting to say yes?
Someone at her door bell had her going down to answer it. A mousy, neatly
dressed woman about a couple of years older than herself stood there. She was
studying her, making no attempt to state why she had called.
`What .?' Reggie began, only to find the stranger had at the same time found
her tongue.
`Are you Regina Barrington?'
`Yes,' she agreed, puzzled why the woman should appear to sag at the word
as though that confirmation defeated her.
`I just knew you'd be beautiful.'
Even more puzzled why her unknown visitor should pass comment on her
blonde hair, blue eyes and passable features, Reggie thought it about time she
found out what the woman wanted.
`I'm sorry,' she said, 'but I don't think I know you, do I?'
`Clive would hate it if he knew I was coming to see you,' said the woman,
and just the mention of Clive's name had ominous warning signals flashing in
Reggie's head, 'but I had to come. My name is Irene Walker—I'm Clive's wife.'
Reggie felt hot all over half an hour later when Irene Walker had left the
apartment. It had very little to do with the warm evening, she thought, that her
hands felt moist, or that her clothes felt as though they were sticking to her.
Never had she imagined herself in such a situation.
Never had she felt so embarrassed in her life. And yet, though her love for
Clive was still unwavering, the shock of learning from Irene Walker that Clive
had called to see her before going to the airport to once more ask her to divorce
him, and her subsequent revelation that there were two children from the
marriage, could not help but weaken the respect she had for him that he had not
told her.
`Clive rang before breakfast this morning,' Irene Walker had told her. 'He
said he was off to the States and wanted to come round before he went. He was
just checking that I wouldn't be out and so saving himself from having a wasted
journey. With him not being here for Christmas I thought he was coming to say
cheerio to the children ...'
`Children?' Reggie had gasped, her shock so evident, Irene Walker had
immediately seen she had known nothing about them.
`He didn't tell you about them, did he?' she said slowly, then, But he's not
ashamed of them. He takes them out every Saturday.'
This explanation of why she never saw Clive on Saturdays either went right
over Reggie's head as she struggled against the news she had just heard.
`Tommy's six, Dawn is five,' Irene went on to inform her, when she could
have done without knowing the children's names. Guilt was growing in her fast
enough, for all she had been innocent of their existence, without their names
endorsing the established fact that they were flesh and blood little human beings,
a product of the love Clive and this woman must once have shared.
Too numbed at the news she had just received to say anything, she had
listened while Irene told her that Clive's visit had not been primarily to tell the
children that Daddy wouldn't be there to see them at Christmas-
the word 'Daddy' being another knife-thrust to Reggie—but to again try and
get her to agree to a divorce.
`I said no,' she carried on. 'Then Clive told me about you. He said he wanted
to marry you, that he loved you ...' Her voice broke, making it clear she still
loved her husband, causing a feeling something akin to shame to wash over
Reggie. Then Irene Walker had pulled herself together and was continuing, 'He
wasn't very pleased that I said no, but I refused to discuss it, so we then got
round to talking of other matters—money mainly,' she added, without going into
detail. 'The children's financial security is important to me, so I asked what
provision had been made should he have an accident or anything while abroad—
these things can take ages to sort out and children's feet don't stop growing while
insurances are being settled.'
Every word she said about Clive's children, the fact that they seemed
